"Wu Hanyang!" I yelled angrily into the phone.
"What! My eldest lady?" There was a magnetic and lazy voice from the opposite side.
My temper suddenly rose. I got up early in the morning to run around and do some work for you, but you still asked what was wrong!
"Wu Hanyang! Where are you now! Why haven't you come to the scene to record?" I wanted to climb over the network cable and give him a few punches through the screen, so that he, a child who grew up in a small greenhouse, would have a taste of what "society's beatings" mean!
"What? Are you recording today?" He said in a playful tone, as if he was teasing me.
"Me! You!" I was so angry that I couldn't breathe. "I'm telling you, if you don't get back to the scene within ten minutes, you'll have a good time!" I said harsh words. In fact, I didn't know how to punish him.
"That's a pity," he said to me in a deliberately fake tone of regret, "I can't see the so-called 'give me a good look'..."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
